Oh, everytime it rains...

[djeseru]

It rains pennies from heaven.
Don’t you know each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven?

You’ll find your fortune
Falling all over town.
Be sure that your umbrella
Is upside down.

Trade them for a package
Of sunshine and flowers.
If you want the things you love
You must have showers.

So when you hear it thunder,
Don’t run under a tree.
There’ll be pennies from heaven
for you and me.

Billie Holiday with the Teddy Wilson Orchestra, 1936

[trof]

1. I've got the world on a string,

Sittin' on a rainbow.
Got the string around my finger.
What a life.
What a world.
I'm in love.

And entirely from memory.
Ahhh...they don't write 'em like that anymore.

[djeseru]

3. Agreed...

...when they were written like that I can learn the words to the song quicker and sing along with it more.

This ones just been an earworm for me today!

[GOPisEvil]

2. That's a great version of that song!

:thumbsup:

[djeseru]

4. Oh thank you!

:curtsey:

Billie sings it a lot better than I do. :D

[GOPisEvil]

5. Oh she sings it much better than I do as well.

I couldn't carry a tune in a dumptruck. :D

[trof]

6. Did I ever tell you about the time...

I was on a layover (airline pilot) in Amsterdam the day Sinatra died.
Around the cocktail hour, I walked over to the karaoke/piano bar crews frequented.

With just the right amount of booze (not too much, not too little), when the moon is right and there's a warm wind out of the south, I can do a pretty good Sinatra.

"We need a Sinatra memorial.", I said.
He got out all the Sinatra karaoke discs.

It lasted until the wee hours and I didn't have to buy a drink the entire night.
Them wuz the days.
:-)

[trof]

7. Satchmo did a nice version too.

[Guava Jelly]

8. allthough i am a big Sinatra fan Fred Astair did this the best

cheek to cheek
riter(s): irving berlin

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together dancing (swinging) cheek to cheek

Oh I love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it doesn’t thrill (boot) me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek

Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don’t enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek